Coming To

the first verse of this poem was written when i was at a party and i still popped pills. The second verse, was written when i was coming down before i went to sleep.

Submitted:May 8, 2008
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Somebody help this road is broken
i cut these bridges right on down
I buried myself in your codine
6 feet deep enough to drown
My nose is plugged with valium tablets
My throat is catching every drip
The clock won't stop or even listen
I'm shattered as my eyeballs trip
Could you even stop my fingers?
Could you redirect my lips?
Could you be my cure so clean and
release this fatal addiction?
I'm begging someone find me pure and
Washed away of all my sins
I don't want these complications
Placebos for a life well-lived
And my dreams are turning on me
Eating out my best desires
Turning me from sane to lonely
My remedy is sleep and lies

i am food for thought and thinking
my corpse is just a waste of space
kick it off and roll me over
give me some more air to breathe
these tubes are just a second heartbeat
to let you know that i am fine
and will you love me if i leave you
standing here's a waste of time
For i am just a deer at heart
locked into your headlights
you could save me if you'd stop
but you just cruise right on by
and now i hate me more than you can
for never being good enough
love is just a word til
someone puts it in their blood
and if tomorrow shows me sunshine
would you come and stand outside?
would you be the shadow that i
infect and i can hide behind